100th Devotion: Losing one's head...

[favoritetraitor]

[Accidental Video]

[The video feed cuts in abruptly as Solomon's network device strikes a smoothly polished floor, and lands to display the interior of a long filigreed hall receding into the background. With a moments hesitation, the doctor steps into view, clothing swathed in a deep red as blood drips from his fingertips to the ground.

But the Chevalier doesn't pay it any mind.

Instead, all of his focus is solely on an ornate stone frame hung upon the wall. He stops, not saying a word. But with eyes fixed at the portrait displayed within, his shoulders sink as if the world itself pressed down on them.]

Comments

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Can I do anything to help?

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Thank you, but no. There's nothing to be done. Either she'll be brought back, or perhaps I'll be allowed to leave. It's only a matter of time.

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Okay.

You prob'ly wouldn't want to see me anyway, 'cause half the Rains are still hiding in my head somewhere.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[His hand stretches out as she speaks, his fingertips lightly tracing along the lines of Saya's image. But Rain's comment does cause him to glance over at the fallen device.]

What? What do you mean "half the Rains"?

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

I... I kind of... when 'Kady made me dig, she pushed really hard in my head and... it kind of broke.

And then there were lots of Rains. Some of us are here and all one again, and some are still hiding in my head.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

M.P.D.?

Have you sought help?

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

M...? I don't know what that means.

I just talk to them and some of them came back.

But some are happier where they are - the smarter ones.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

I mean, perhaps you should come in to the hospital and have a doctor see you about this. Perhaps they can help to... put you back together as one again.

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Hospitals are scary. I haven't even gone back to my house. I just stay here at the Library.

The brave one is too sad that she couldn't save us. She just sits and cries in a corner.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

I see. I could arrange for someone to come see you at the library if you like.

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Are they mean or nice?

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

I'll find someone nice to come speak with you.

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Okay.

Just... I get scared easy and then I hide way away deep.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Don't worry. I'll be certain to choose someone suitable. I'd help, myself, but I'm afraid that isn't my specialty.

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

I'd feel safe with you.

Will they go inside my head to fix us, like 'Mana did before?

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

'Mana?

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. 'Mana. Oh. Romana. I forget to say her whole name sometimes.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

She works at the hospital?

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

No.

She just knows stuff about psychic stuff and she helped me put all my memories away in a safe place and showed me how to control what I do better.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Would you like for me to contact her?

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

No, she knows. I think she's trying to find 'Kady.

'Cause only 'Kady knows how she broke me.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Very well. I'll consult with her then, and in the meantime you can speak with one of my associates from the hospital.

One way or another we'll see what we can do to help you.

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Okay. Thank you, Dr. Solomon.